@Dark Light has anyone besides me told you what an evil little shit you are? That domestic violence charade isn't gonna fly with Lucca. Uh-uh-uhhhhhh. Nope.
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"Just gimme my clothes back!" she loudly demands in a shaky voice. Pointing to the suitcase with her good arm. Suddenly having lost all the confidence and attitude from earlier.
"Look, I'm leaving. I, I just want to go now. Keep your money, you can't just throw women around. You dislocated my arm!"
Anya was good, tears even began to roll down from her eyes. Her voice wavered with distress. Sure this was a rough neighbourhood but there was still always someone ready and willing to jump to a pretty girls aid and usually at least one other who was drunk or violent enough just waiting for any excuse to fight someone.
Oooohh, you evil little shit.
@Dark Light
The lights suddenly went out and Lucca swore in Gaelic. "Bloody, 'ell," he snarled. "Can't a guy get a fecking decent motel to rent a room from?"
The female on his bed asked him if he was going to introduce himself or not, sounding irritated. Oh she was fecking irritated? If anyone had a right to be irritated, it was him, and feck, was she going off on him? Ballsy, cursed wench!
"Tis no' my fecking fault ye doona have any fecking common sense, ye mouthy chit!" he snapped. "Who the feck jumps through a goddamned window like fecking movie stuntman? And as fer the bed, ye hateful brat, I figured twas better than groaning in pain on the thrice-dammned floor!" Oh, yeah. His sailor's mouth got even worse than normal when he was pissed. His eyes flashed yellowgreen in what little light shone through the window, the slit pupils wide and eerie. The light also made his face look as if it was carved out of stone. She was silent for a moment, and he could hear her take in a few breaths.
"There's a bar downstairs right? Take me there. Oh and bring my suitcase," her words were softer this time.
"Listen here, ye silly chit," he ground his teeth. "If ye were no' hurt-which i can tell by yer smell and labored breathing-I'd paddle yer ass. But since I can see in the dark, and ye obviously can't, I'll play nice. Oh, and I'll tell ye my name when ye tell me yours. Who are ye anyway," he grouched, finding his way over to her suitcase, onto which he scratched the words, "Mind yer manners, wench. ~L. Valentine."
"Fecking berating me on my fecking manners for nor introducing myself at the next possible moment, when you're the one what's bein fecking rude, who also threw herself into my fecking room," he added. "And the only one to really blame for whatever injuries ye have is yer own thrice-damned self." He growled-literally-deep in his throat as he made his way over to her. He gently but firmly grabbed her by the neck and half pushed/half dragged her off the bed and onto her feet. Once he was satisfied she was standing okay, he held onto her wrist.
"Doona try to wrench your hand from me," he warned. "I'll leave ye here in the dark fer whatever bastards may try to turn you into a 'bullet pinata.' Besides, how else are ye gonna find the bar, aye?"
With that said, he began to lead her out of the room, warning her when they came upon the stairs.
The lights suddenly went out and Lucca swore in Gaelic. "Bloody, 'ell," he snarled. "Can't a guy get a fecking decent motel to rent a room from?"
The female on his bed asked him if he was going to introduce himself or not, sounding irritated. Oh she was fecking irritated? If anyone had a right to be irritated, it was him, and feck, was she going off on him? Ballsy, cursed wench!
"Tis no' my fecking fault ye doona have any fecking common sense, ye mouthy chit!" he snapped. "Who the feck jumps through a goddamned window like fecking movie stuntman? And as fer the bed, ye hateful brat, I figured twas better than groaning in pain on the thrice-dammned floor!" Oh, yeah. His sailor's mouth got even worse than normal when he was pissed. His eyes flashed yellowgreen in what little light shone through the window, the slit pupils wide and eerie. The light also made his face look as if it was carved out of stone. She was silent for a moment, and he could hear her take in a few breaths.
"There's a bar downstairs right? Take me there. Oh and bring my suitcase," her words were softer this time.
"Listen here, ye silly chit," he ground his teeth. "If ye were no' hurt-which i can tell by yer smell and labored breathing-I'd paddle yer ass. But since I can see in the dark, and ye obviously can't, I'll play nice. Oh, and I'll tell ye my name when ye tell me yours. Who are ye anyway," he grouched, finding his way over to her suitcase, onto which he scratched the words, "Mind yer manners, wench. ~L. Valentine."
"Fecking berating me on my fecking manners for nor introducing myself at the next possible moment, when you're the one what's bein fecking rude, who also threw herself into my fecking room," he added. "And the only one to really blame for whatever injuries ye have is yer own thrice-damned self." He growled-literally-deep in his throat as he made his way over to her. He gently but firmly grabbed her by the neck and half pushed/half dragged her off the bed and onto her feet. Once he was satisfied she was standing okay, he held onto her wrist.
"Doona try to wrench your hand from me," he warned. "I'll leave ye here in the dark fer whatever bastards may try to turn you into a 'bullet pinata.' Besides, how else are ye gonna find the bar, aye?"
With that said, he began to lead her out of the room, warning her when they came upon the stairs.
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Please check out my new faction!
See what happens when @Styxx Acheron takes too long to reply, you get friendly rivals ;)
Now I have to stop recruiting for Love bomb and start recruiting for this.
It's alright, Anya isn't going anywhere!
Hey man, some if us actually have lives to live.
@Dark Light
I'll muster up a response somehow. Sometime today probly.
I'll muster up a response somehow. Sometime today probly.
@SIGINT@Dark Light @Antarctic Termite @LPRKN
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT IN THE FUCK HAVE I MISSED?! Geeze I fucking burn the backs of my calves and knees at the beach and finally have WiFi to see y'all left poor Lucca in the dust.
Perhaps this would do better as a collab.
Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiyet.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT IN THE FUCK HAVE I MISSED?! Geeze I fucking burn the backs of my calves and knees at the beach and finally have WiFi to see y'all left poor Lucca in the dust.
Perhaps this would do better as a collab.
Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiyet.
Please ignore.
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Haha, it's indeed Britain from Hetalia. Admittedly it's been forever since I watch it. I just like to use Hetalias if I want a sexy anime man to use as a picture for my character. Which is like 99% of the time.
Dude, same. Tho I usually go for France or Germany. Mmmm. ;)
@Dark Light
Lucca had gone back to his rather cheap apartment after he'd won the small fistfight, having had his share of getting into trouble. He didn't like to go looking for it, because it always went looking for him instead. And then he'd heard a strange noise, like a gun going off outside his apartment. He'd gone and opened the window to have a look, the famous feline curiosity of his cheetah side taking over. just as he was about to stick his head out, and object was launched at the window, and he reared back with an Irish curse, instinctive life saving reflexes coming into play.
There was a heavy thud as the object hit the ground and it proceeded to slide right into a nearby wall. The object-no, the girl lifted her head to look in the direction of the window with obviously unfocused vision, judging by the way her pupils were dilated.
"What the bloody feck?" Lucca swore. "Listen, gell," he pronounced girl with a hard G sound. "I dinnae ken who ye are or what ye're doin launchin' yourself at windows, but ye could have killed yourself with a stunt like that." When she didn't respond, still apparently dazed, he shook his head and went over to her to scoop her up and set her on the bed gently, then backed up. Blue eyes flashed into green with slit pupils, the trademark of his cat.
"No' tae mention ye would have injured me as well, and I can't afford an injury," he continued in an irritated voice. "No' until I've got a job and therefore money to feckin pay for said injury." He wasn't about to let her know of his advanced healing process.
She didn't look dangerous, but one could never be too careful, and looks could be very deceiving and deadly. On that train of reasoning, his nails sharpened, lengthening into razor sharp points. No way was Lucca gonna have his good deed turn into punishment.
Lucca had gone back to his rather cheap apartment after he'd won the small fistfight, having had his share of getting into trouble. He didn't like to go looking for it, because it always went looking for him instead. And then he'd heard a strange noise, like a gun going off outside his apartment. He'd gone and opened the window to have a look, the famous feline curiosity of his cheetah side taking over. just as he was about to stick his head out, and object was launched at the window, and he reared back with an Irish curse, instinctive life saving reflexes coming into play.
There was a heavy thud as the object hit the ground and it proceeded to slide right into a nearby wall. The object-no, the girl lifted her head to look in the direction of the window with obviously unfocused vision, judging by the way her pupils were dilated.
"What the bloody feck?" Lucca swore. "Listen, gell," he pronounced girl with a hard G sound. "I dinnae ken who ye are or what ye're doin launchin' yourself at windows, but ye could have killed yourself with a stunt like that." When she didn't respond, still apparently dazed, he shook his head and went over to her to scoop her up and set her on the bed gently, then backed up. Blue eyes flashed into green with slit pupils, the trademark of his cat.
"No' tae mention ye would have injured me as well, and I can't afford an injury," he continued in an irritated voice. "No' until I've got a job and therefore money to feckin pay for said injury." He wasn't about to let her know of his advanced healing process.
She didn't look dangerous, but one could never be too careful, and looks could be very deceiving and deadly. On that train of reasoning, his nails sharpened, lengthening into razor sharp points. No way was Lucca gonna have his good deed turn into punishment.
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Jk. Sort of. Relax, bro. Isall good
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